Thorned rose is her name
But what a fortunate thing
That she responds to 'healer'.
And so it is that by the same
Rose that draws blood out of
This man of sorrows comes a cure
So kissingly to kiss him.
My Asnah, My Asa, my sweet
Angel of death, will you hurt
Me and not heal me this time?
- Your man of sorrows
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The Secret Love Letters of the Night Poet & Other Ballads
PoesieA king writes letters to his lost lover. A collection of free verses, prose poetry, and epistles. • Coffee Community Reading List Feature
